Anyway, I was in the middle of transitioning to running outside full-time and I knew that the speed of my runs really didn’t matter, but re-conditioning my joints to take the impact of the pavement over the treadmill really did.

Matter, that is.

So I hit the start button and proceeded to ignore the situation.

As it turns out, not looking is not so bad.

In other news, I’m in the midst of a rather ferocious craving for beer.

What I’m really trying to say: If it was socially acceptable (and wouldn’t turn me into a non-functioning alcoholic), I would make beer my Preferred Meal. In a bottle. If you’re looking for a visual, think about a thoroughbred drinking a Guinness.

And yes, that means I just compared myself to Zenyatta. Who, for the record, is also A Fan of birthday cake. Did I mention she’s also into dancing?

I think if we met in real life, we’d probably be best friends.

Anyway, less on horses and more on beer. In the last week I have consumed/torn down/loved: Summit Maibock, Goose Island Sofie, New Glarus Fat Squirrel (2), New Glarus Moon Man, New Glarus Two Women, New Glarus Cherry Stout, Liftbridge Farmgirl Saison and a small mason jar full of some mystery-pilsner from Vine Park.

Who knows, who cares. It hit the spot.

I may as well enjoy it now, because we all know that the next step in this downward spiral is a deep, unabiding desire to freebase sugar. Oreos, buttercream frosting and frozen yogurt, I am coming for you.